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My greatest sticker buying triumphs were tinged with guilt. My local newsagent was located in the middle of Maidenhead's 'Bomber' council estate (named thus because all the roads were named after second world war aircraft rather than the fact that someone once lobbed a molotov cocktail into the chippie). I am pretty sure I was the only purchaser of panini stickers in the shop that was opposite a somewhat fearsome pub called The Merlin (ironically given subsequent football stickers history). Because I was the only customer, the sticker packets appeared to be a job lot, hence there were no 'not gots' at all - so I rather rapidly filled up by Spain 1982 album without the inconvenience of standing in a windy playground lamenting a glut of Pietro Vierchowods.